A hole

A hole.
Heart murmur maybe?
a pin to a bullet,
growing larger daily.
Nothing compared to the pain.
No one heard the sobbing.
No one felt the pain as she cried herself to sleep.
Continuously running down her cheeks.
The drip drop, smack of tears hitting the phone.
Re-reading messages millions of times,
Unable to stop herself.
Cold winter nights,
memories replaying.
The things she should've said.
It wasn't like the last.
She had got attached.
hearing the pain,
Nails across a chalkboard.
A pounding in her head,
but it was all just in her head.